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What I wouldn’t give to hear her saying my name as I’m slipping between her thighs.
Me: U like it ??
“Wow.” I glance up at Slater’s exclamation. “Man, after Asta, I didn’t think I’d see this. You’ve been a grumpy bastard around here lately.” I’ve barely come to terms with my sister dating three men from a rival team, but she’s happy so I’ve accepted it.
Shrugging, I go back to my phone, waiting on Star’s reply. I’ve spent the last two days trying to imagine what she looks like. I need spank bank material, but I’ve got nothing, and my dick refuses to let out a release when we don’t know what she looks like. I don’t think an image will help either. I want this girl in more ways than the physical. Which is more than shocking for me because relationships haven’t been something I’ve been into.
My Good Girl: I don’t know about that.
Shaking my head, I asked her earlier if she’d be my date to my parents annual Christmas Eve party at the Lotte. I didn’t tell where it would be, only that we’d be able to see Rockefeller Square and the eighty-foot Norwegian Spruce that went up this year.
Me: Trust me, you will. Now about Christmas Eve… U in?
My Good Girl: I’ll think about it. U could b a serial killer for all I know.
Amusement blossoms and I shake my head as I feel Slater’s eyes on me. “You’re really into this chick.” He sounds amazed.
“Can’t help it, man, she’s something else.” And I mean that in the best fucking way possible. Star is unlike anyone I’ve ever met. And in my line of work, I’ve met some of the worst and best people in the world. None of them compare to my good girl.
Me: Pinky promise I’m not.
Me: I’m just a guy who’s into a girl.
My Good Girl: I’ll discuss with my committee…
She leaves me hanging after that.
“Committee?” Slater asks. “She has a fucking committee? Who is this chick?”
Heading out to the ice, I don’t get to answer him before the game begins against Edmonton. I’ve been in the NHL for my entire adult hockey career and of all the years I’ve played, tonight is the one that feels most important.
I don’t go easy on the Canadian team, scoring twice in the first period, and getting another assist in the third. By the time we win, I’m ready to get back to the woman who has completely stolen my attention.
Not wasting any time after the game, I head home to my penthouse in Manhattan overlooking Central Park. I’ve enjoyed my bachelor lifestyle for too long and the more I wander around my place, the more I realize I want a woman here with me.
And that woman is Star.
Hell, I don’t even know her last name and I just know if I ask her, she won’t tell me. It’s too late to text her again tonight, so I spend some time arranging a few surprises for the party because I’m going to convince her to join me.
Now that I’m getting to know her, I can’tnotmeet her. There’s something about Star that is so pure and refreshing and addicting. I need her in a way that I haven’t felt before.
Closing the laptop I was working on, I pack a suitcase for the eight day road trip we’re about to embark on with five games across the West Coast before coming back to New York, where I’ll have a day or two to get ready for my night with Star.
I’m putting into the universe that her and I are happening. Asta, my little sister, swears that by manifesting what I want will make it happen. I’ve always teased her about it in the past but now that I have someone I truly want, I can’t help but hope she’s right.
Grabbing my phone again, I decide to shoot Star one last text.
Me: Night, Star. I leave in the morning for a trip out west, I’ll be back in a few days. If I’m slow to answer you, it’s because of work. Don’t forget about me ??
I hate not knowing where she is. I offered to fly her to New York from wherever she is in the world, because she insisted that maybe she’s not in the state with me, despite having a New York area code.
My Good Girl: U never stop texting; how could I forget about u?
This girl, the sass in her is something I’d like to spank right out of her.
Me: Ok smart ass, promise you’ll think about coming. I need to meet you. To touch you. Feel you. Inhale the sweet scent I know you’re hiding from me.
My Good Girl: Oh my.
